Customs but fenced
Song
It's customs-free, but it's fenced in, ; They'll take me out of it anyway. ; I'll leave such a beautiful little girl in it that ; My heart aches for her to death, my baby, ; My heart aches for her to death. ; ; The steamer is loaded, ; I'm sitting in the front. ; That's written on my coat, my baby, ; I'll be there for three years. ; ; My homeland is Hungary, ; I wish I could see your border. ; I see its smoke, but only barely, my baby, ; It's waving in the sky above.